Chapter 4

Ava’s POV

The atmosphere in the office was tense as we gathered for the meeting. George, the man in charge of high-tech products, was already in a heated discussion with Jennifer, who was blonde and responsible for luxury goods. They had a history—George was Jennifer's ex-boyfriend, and their past relationship only added fuel to their professional rivalry.

I didn’t have to guess who would lead our team. George’s name was practically stamped all over this project. His history of successfully managing collaborations with high-tech companies made him the obvious choice.

George's arrogance was well-known in the office. He had a habit of belittling others, always convinced that he was the most suitable candidate for any task. Jennifer, on the other hand, was sharp and resilient, never one to back down from a challenge.

Before either of them could respond, George leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “Let’s be honest here,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. “With my experience in competitive negotiations, I’m the obvious choice. Why waste time debating?”

Jennifer’s lips curved into a tight smile, her tone saccharine as she shot back, “Your experience? Last I checked, George, this is about securing high-net-worth clients. That’s my area of expertise. Or do you need me to explain how the luxury sector works?”

The air in the room grew tense, crackling with unspoken resentment. Jennifer’s words carried an additional weight that wasn’t lost on me—or anyone else.

"I'm telling you, Jennifer, this project needs someone with technical expertise," George said, his tone dismissive. "And that's clearly me."

Jennifer crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Technical expertise isn't everything, George. This project requires an understanding of luxury markets, and that's where I come in."

Their argument escalated, and I could feel the tension rising. I tried to stay out of it, focusing on my notes. But it wasn't long before George turned his attention to me.

"And what about Ava?" he sneered. "What does she even bring to the table? Another glorified assistant with no real contributions."

I felt a pang of hurt but kept my expression neutral. This wasn't the first time George had belittled me. The office environment was challenging, and I had learned to develop a thick skin.

Before I could respond, Amanda, our manager, stepped in. "Alright, enough," she said, her voice firm. "We're not here to argue. We're here to discuss the final selection for the project bid."

She paused, looking at each of us in turn. "I've decided that all three of you will compete together. You'll go on a business trip to the city where Logan's company is located next week. Black Wood Tech is covering all expenses, so think of this as an all-expenses-paid trip."

A business trip? I glanced at George, who was as composed as ever, his hands folded on the table. Beside him, Jennifer’s polished demeanor betrayed a flicker of surprise.

I could hardly believe my ears. The idea of working closely with both George and Jennifer, especially under these circumstances, was daunting. But I knew I couldn't let my emotions get in the way. This was a significant opportunity, and I had to prove myself.

Jennifer looked surprised but composed. "Alright, Amanda. We'll make it work."

George, however, seemed less than thrilled. "Fine," he grumbled. "But I'm still convinced I'm the best candidate for this."

As the meeting adjourned, I gathered my things, my mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming trip. My thoughts were elsewhere, spiraling as Amanda outlined the travel arrangements and next steps.

I didn’t want to be involved.

The day had finally come to an end, and I felt an overwhelming sense of relief as I gathered my things. I knew I had to speak with Amanda, my manager, about my decision not to compete for the project. It wasn't an easy choice, but I couldn't bear the thought of being so closely tied to Logan again.

I approached Amanda's office, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. "Amanda, can I have a moment?" I asked, my voice steady.

"Sure, Ava. Come in," she replied, looking up from her desk.

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. "Amanda, I've been thinking about the project bid, and I've decided that I don't want to compete."

Amanda's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why not? This is a huge opportunity for you."

I struggled to find the right words without revealing my past with Logan. "It's just... I don't think I'm the right fit for this project. I believe George and Jennifer are more suitable candidates."

Amanda leaned back in her chair, clearly taken aback. "Ava, the boss is still trying to get you and Logan to maintain a good relationship. This project could be beneficial for both your career and our company."

I sighed, feeling the weight of my decision. "I understand that, but I've thought about it a lot. I just don't think it's the right move for me."

Amanda frowned, her concern evident. "But what about your salary and promotion opportunities? This project could open so many doors for you."

I nodded, acknowledging her point. "I know, and it's a difficult choice. But I have to trust my instincts on this. I really appreciate your support, Amanda."

Amanda leaned forward, her gaze softening just a fraction. “And, honestly? This is a chance for all of you to prove yourselves. I’ve been keeping an eye on your work, Ava, and I know what you’re capable of. But promotions and bonuses don’t happen to people who sit on the sidelines. They go to the ones who step up when it counts.”

Promotions. Bonuses. The very things I’d been chasing quietly for the past year, hoping my hard work would eventually pay off.

I felt a lump forming in my throat as doubt crept in. Could I really just walk away from this opportunity, no matter how exhausting it seemed?

“I need you to think about it,” Amanda said firmly, her tone leaving little room for argument. “Wait until the second list is announced before making a final decision. Can you do that?”

I nodded slowly, though my heart wasn’t entirely in it.

We chatted for a few more minutes before leaving the office together. As we walked to the bus stop, Amanda and I discussed our plans for the evening. It was nice to talk about something other than work for a change.

Just as we reached the bus stop, Amanda suddenly exclaimed, "Look, Ava!"

I turned to see what had caught her attention and my heart sank. Logan was getting out of a car, heading towards a women's luxury store. His presence was as striking as ever, his confidence and charm impossible to ignore.

Amanda glanced at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Isn't that Logan? What do you think he's doing here?"

I forced a casual smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's just shopping."

Amanda nodded, but I could see the questions lingering in her eyes. I couldn't shake the feeling that my past with Logan was far from over. The suspense of what lay ahead hung heavy in the air, leaving me with a sense of unease.